Outside the large towering warehouse of a building, people in T-shirts bearing slogans such as 'the angels have the phone box' and 'it's bigger on the inside!' were wandering around and trading Doctor Who stories as they waited for the convention to open its doors. A truck pulled up and a terrifying man with a ridged forehead and killer boots stepped out, looked around… and realised he was at the wrong sci-fi convention. Remote control Daleks paraded around, emitting such electronic pleasantries as 'Exterminate!', making two girls jump. They clutched at each other and stared in wonderment, one pointing as she cried out in excitement "Oh look! An Oxfam bookshop!" and that was the last that was seen of them in this narrative.
After what seemed like forever to the rabid fans, the doors finally opened and they poured in, the last autograph book falling discarded by the wayside just as a familiar blue box materialised out of thin air. The real Doctor's companion catapulted out almost immediately, wrenching her ruined jacket off and dashing it to the ground.
"I am not getting back in there with him!" She snarled, staring in disgust as him and his comedy partner wandered out, blinking owlishly in the late afternoon sunlight.
"Line!" Rik called out imperiously, waiting for someone to dash forwards and press a sheaf of yellow paper, otherwise known as the legendary Script into his hands, so that he could get some idea of what was going on and what he was required to say. No such thing happened.
"What's the matter with you?" Martha demanded, her lower lip pushing out petulantly. "There are people inside that building with the Daleks, who are planning God knows what, and we're the only ones who can save them and the world."
"Make it sensational, why don't you?" Ade rolled his eyes one at a time, a habit he was rather proud of. "We've got a right one here, Rik."
"Tell me about it…" The impromptu Doctor muttered absently, starting towards the closed doors of the building. "If it's saving the world it shouldn't be too difficult. After all, we single-handedly brought an end to Maggie Thatch's tyrannical rule in the Eighties. Ade, bring a frying pan of medium size and a cricket bat."
Ade saluted heroically. "Smoke me a kipper I'll be back for breakfast." He then yelped as Rik slapped him sharply about the head and told him that was the wrong sci-fi programme and how dare he watch any comedy without his wondrous self in it.
Seeing another fight about to break out between the two men, Martha grabbed them both by the collars and dragged them into the building, steeling herself for whatever was about to come… although nothing could have prepared her for what did.